CHAPTER 2: Kentucky, thy Caves are Mammoth!
Mammoth Caves National Park, Kentucky! We saw you, we took pictures of you, we shivered in your 54 degree depths and marveled at your Drapery Room of Stalactites/ mites. We took the New Entrance tour, blown wide open in 1912 or so. With the million dollar (no joke) stainless steel staircase descended and mastered, we trudged through the 250 foot depths. I made squeaky bat noises with my teeth and lips, scaring the old lady in front of me. Every single time, she let out an astonished, “Oh! I hear them!” and, “I think there ARE bats here!”. Well, say what you want, reader, it cracked me up. She thought there was a fossilized frog leg on one the cave walls strata. There wasn't. Ammonite: I might have believed. Troglodyte: I would have thought, “Maybe...”. It looked nothing like a frog leg. She deserved it, is what I'm trying to get across.
We set up camp at a nice little place in the park and made s'mores for a late night snack with fireflies to keep us company. S'mores also made their appearance this morning for breakfast, when we awoke out of the trusty and true Starcraft, in the middle of Cicada mating season. Oh yes. It is glorious. We are in Crossville, Tennessee now, seeing some cousins and an uncle of Melissa's on this palatial lake property, grilling half pound burgers and laughing giddily over root-beers. We are crashing here tonight, then it's off to Asheville, North Carolina for a Rilo Kiley (spelling?) concert, and then? It's up the Appalachians! Northwards, Ho!